Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.